Hope Is My New Address
Photo Credit: Anne Francey
I opened my eyes to find doctors peering over my hospital bed. They had some welcome news.
I had for a month been living in isolation in the bone marrow transplant unit of Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center, my only option after my diagnosis with acute myeloid leukemia last year. Now, the doctors cautioned me that while my immune system was still very weak, my brother Adam’s healthy cells were beginning to engraft in my bone marrow. I was showing signs of progress: I had transitioned from my feeding tube to solid food, I was able to walk around — slowly — without assistance, my blood counts were going in the right direction, and I no longer needed to be connected continuously to an IV machine.
It was “graduation” day. The doctors were sending me to the Hope Lodge, a halfway house sponsored…
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